The paved flagstones beneath their feet led straight forwards. Thanks to years of carriage wheels crushing them underfoot, the limestone had acquired ruts that looked like they were carved in by hand. Lou Zigui finally realized today that long use of limestone roads would turn them into such a state.
âItâs time for a change,â Lou Zigui said out of the blue.
âWhat?â Ning Xiaoyao and the gyrfalcon both looked at him, not understanding.
Lou Zigui pointed at the ground beneath his feet. âItâs time to change these flagstones.â
Ning Xiaoyao looked down but still didnât get what Supreme Commander meant. Was she in charge of repairing the roads too, now that she was the emperor? She never heard of the emperor being responsible for construction or roadworks. Ning Xiaoyao thought as she lifted her foot to stomp on the ground, puzzled as she spoke. âIsnât it pretty alright?â
Lou Zigui fell silent as he moved forward again. This time, he didnât let Ning Xiaoyao support him. Ning Xiaoyao only felt baffled. This wasnât how one made conversation, ah!
âSupreme Commander wants to fix the roads?â the little gyrfalcon asked.
Ning Xiaoyao thought it over. This was a very long street. âThen whoâs going to pay for it?â Her question was very pragmatic. She had a pocket full of sugar beans but not a coin of money. Was he hoping she could fix the streets? The little gyrfalcon shut his mouth. Falcons didnât have money and neither did his master~
A street can be replaced with a new one, but what about a dynasty? Lou Zigui asked himself. How does one bring a dying dynasty back to life?
Ning Xiaoyao ran to Lou Ziguiâs side and asked, âHey, you really want to fix the roads?â
Lou Zigui turned to look at her. Ning Xiaoyaoâs large eyes were shining. Sheâd realized she was a pauper right now and wanted to find a place to cry. It was no good for an emperor to be poverty-stricken.
Lou Zigui had been hesitant before, but now heâd made his decision. Standing in the empty street, he told Ning Xiaoyao, âBe the emperor.â
Ning Xiaoyaoâs eyes widened, making her face seem even smaller than before. This person knew she was a girl, but wanted her to be emperor?!
âI know you had no choice,â Lou Zigui said. Ning Xiaoyao nodded, this was true. The day she arrived, she was already the emperor. Even if she was Ning Yu, how could she blame herself for her unlucky fate? That girlâs entire life was in the Xie father and daughterâs hands, so how could she have made choices for herself?
âIf you want to break free from the Xie father and daughter pair, Iâll help you,â Lou Zigui bent his waist slightly to speak in a low voice. His breath still carried the scent of Chinese medicine, which mixed with the fragrance of flowers to leave Ning Xiaoyao a little disoriented.
âAs for our matters,â Lou Zigui added, âWeâll talk about that in the future, all right?â
Ning Xiaoyao blinked. âWhat matters?â As long as Supreme Commander Lou didnât blame her for the crown princeâs death, what other debts did they have between them? Ning Xiaoyao really had no idea, but Lou Zigui believed that all women in this world valued their chastity. Ning Xiaoyao had to be pretending she didnât know.
âLetâs go,â Lou Zigui straightened up and walked forward.
âAh? Oh.â Ning Xiaoyao walked by his side. Lou Zigui released a breath when Ning Xiaoyao didnât mention the events of that night, but heâd only taken a few steps before he started spurning himself in his heart. After taking away a girlâs virginity, he actually insisted on not talking about their future. So as it turned out, he was that sort of wretch and scoundrel. If his father and older brothers were still alive, theyâd definitely beat him to death.
âI,â Seeing that they were about to leave the street, Lou Zigui spoke to Ning Xiaoyao softly. âI wonât take a wife in the future. As long as Your Majesty is in the palace, I wonât marry anyone.â
â... ...â said Ning Xiaoyao. If that happened, would Big Boss Black bite her to death?
âIn the future,â Lou Ziguiâs tone was a little abnormal as he spoke, âIn the future, Iâll definitely make things clear to you.â
Ning Xiaoyao still didnât understand him. Why did Supreme Commander have to make things clear to her and not take any wives? (Author: Did you forget that you two slept together?!)
From a distance, the sound of urgent hoofbeats drew closer. Lou Zigui saw Ning Xiaoyao standing on tiptoes as she strained to look and said, âThe Nine Gate Infantry Commanderâs troops have arrived.â
Ning Xiaoyao âohhâdâ as if she understood, when she really had no idea what a Nine Gate Infantry Commander was at all. The two of them reached the end of the street as the Nine Gate Infantry Commander Tao Chen [1. Tao Chen (æ·è°) - Tao is a surname that means âpottery, earthernware,â Chen is simply a character for a surname.] brought his men and horses to the crossroads. When he saw Lou Zigui, he gave a start.
âGo on in,â Lou Zigui said coldly.
Tao Chen sat astride his horse as he cupped his fist at Lou Zigui before pressing the animal forward. Only after he galloped past Lou Zigui did he spot the short person by his side. A single glance was enough to make him shift on his horse. He had been present on the day of the execution and clearly seen Ning Xiaoyaoâs face. Why is His Majesty here?
âLetâs go,â Lou Zigui stepped behind Ning Xiaoyao and urged her on. Ning Xiaoyao started walking, but kept shooting curious glances at the armed troops before them. Tao Chen watched Ning Xiaoyao leave and felt great uncertainty in his heart. Since when had Lou Zigui become His Majestyâs close confidante? Just what had happened between the Grand Preceptor and His Majesty?
âJust then, that person was the Nine Gate Infantry Commander,â Lou Zigui said. âHeâs Grand Preceptor Xieâs third son-in-law. Before he was a fighter in the navy forces of the south. Nine years ago, the grand preceptor recalled him to the capital to become the Nine Gate Infantry Commander.â
Ning Xiaoyao originally felt that these troops were like torch-bearing brigands with their shiny armor and impressive air; after hearing their leader was related to Grand Preceptor Xie she felt nothing about them at all.
âYou never saw him while staying at the Grand Preceptorâs estate?â Lou Zigui asked.
âHeheh,â Ning Xiaoyao replied. Heâd have to ask Ning Yu for that, she had no idea.
Left of the crossroads was another straight road. Ning Xiaoyao hadnât taken a few steps before she heard the cries of a cat. After listening for awhile, she realized something was wrong because she couldnât understand these noises like she understood cats.
âA child?â Ning Xiaoyao asked Lou Zigui. It was so late. Why was a child out crying in the streets?
Lou Zigui glanced at a bamboo canopy not far away and pointed it out. âThereâs a soup kitchen there. During the day, a rich family provides free porridge for the poor. The refugees should be waiting nearby so they can get their porridge as early as possible tomorrow.â
There were even families who gave out food for free? Ning Xiaoyao ran forward. She couldnât miss out on such a good deal. But once she reached the awning, she discovered two alleyways on her left and right. The scene inside them...turned her stupefied as she stared at the incredible sight.
The alleyway was full of people sitting down, all of them wearing ragged clothing. All of them, from the old seniors to the young children and even people at the prime of their life, were sallow and emaciated. In the left alley, a woman was hugging a little child and crying while everyone around her looked expressionless. Ning Xiaoyao listened and listened, but didnât hear the little childâs cry she heard before. Her heart felt a bit flustered as she quickly ran to that womanâs side. When the woman lifted her head to look at Ning Xiaoyao, her mouth was still making sobbing noises, but no tears flowed from her eyes. Ning Xiaoyao reached out a hand to touch the little boy in her arms. His skin was still warm, but his heart had stopped beating already. She withdrew her hand because she had no way to raise the dead back to life.
âMy son is sick,â the woman told Ning Xiaoyao.
Ning Xiaoyao furled her lips. The little boy couldnât be more than three years old, but his body was as skinny as a reed. His stomach, though, was bloated, a sign of dropsy from starvation. The child must have starved to death.
âDead,â an old woman nearby said hoarsely. âDonât cradle him anymore.â
The woman started to cry again, rocking the boy in her arms as if lulling him to sleep. Ning Xiaoyao took a step back. This world had no zombies or pollution, but was filled with blue skies and clean water. But people could still starve to death here? As she looked around the alleyway, she discovered that all of the children had distended stomachs from starving. A few thin men slowly started to surrounded Ning Xiaoyao, who looked like the son of some rich family at a glance. There was a gyrfalcon on her shoulder, so if they couldnât rob her of money, they could grab the bird. Even if they didnât sell it at the market, they could make it into a delicious meal for themselves.
It was here that Ning Xiaoyao stomped her feet, utterly discomfited, before running out of the alley. The men were clearly on the verge of surrounding her, but Ning Xiaoyao vanished with a gust of wind, scaring them witless. Was that a ghost?
Ning Xiaoyao ran into the right alleyway next. As before, all the people here were skinny and emaciated, their faces wooden. The children were thin with swollen stomachs, and everyone stared at Ning Xiaoyao as if she didnât exist. Hunger had robbed them of all curiosity. Lou Zigui sat quietly on a backless bench beneath the bamboo canopy, watching the motionless Ning Xiaoyao. The Grand Preceptorâs estate might be a cage, but it was one made of beautiful brocades, jewels, and jade. Lou Zigui believed that this was His Majestyâs first time see these refugees with her own eyes.
Ning Xiaoyao still had a pocket of sugar beans, but she didnât dare take them out. Her experience surviving in the apocalypse had taught her that revealing these beans would only sent the people in a mad scramble as they trampled each other for the goods. The old and children couldnât endure such torments.
âDo you want a servant?â a very soft voice spoke up from her right. Ning Xiaoyao turned to see a little girl sitting there, an old man lying on the mat in front of her.
âI donât want money, but can you save my grandpa?â the little girl asked with her head raised.
Ning Xiaoyao walked over to the old manâs side and glanced at his protruding ribs, before shaking her head at the girl. âHeâs dead.â Livor mortis had already appeared on his body, meaning that this man had been dead for at least two hours.
The little girl lowered her head but didnât cry. She simply tugged up the frayed cotton bedding until it covered the old manâs face. Ning Xiaoyao saw that a two to three year old boy was sleeping behind the girl and asked, âYour little brother?â
The little girl nodded before suddenly lifting her head again. âSir, we can be your servants. All we need is some food to eat.â
âHow old are you?â Ning Xiaoyao asked.
âTen, no, Iâm twelve,â the little girl said hastily. âIâm strong and willing, I can do any kind of work.â
âMe too!â
âUs too!â
... ...
In just a little while, Ning Xiaoyao had been surrounded by a crowd of people, all who wanted to be her servants. They didnât want anything in return besides some food to eat. Ning Xiaoya felt very helpless. She knew how to treat illnesses and hack zombies, but nobody had ever taught her how to deal with such a situation. So as it turned out, this world had its ugly places too.
Half crouched by the old manâs body, Ning Xiaoyao dug her fingers into her palms. The Father in the army hadnât lied to her. Where there was Heaven, there was a Hell.